When you go into shock, aren't you meant to feel completely numb? When I've watched earlier tributes on the giant screen in the square, they always say they can't remember how to breathe. But my experience was the complete opposite of that. I felt as though I was being shot by one of Katniss' arrows, or being mauled by a wolf.
I clench my fists so hard I can feel my nails breaking the skin of my palm. A gentle nudge of someone behind me brings my thoughts back to the present. I feel the colour drain from my face as I mount the steps towards Effie Trinkets fake pink hair.
I don't programme what she's saying to me, I just answer her questions as bluntly as I can through gritted teeth.
When she finally gets the message, she straightens her wig and crosses the podium to where the ball with the girls names is set.
And that's when I go into real shock; forgetting to breathe, going completely numb.
Because the name called is Primrose Everdeen.